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It kills me to walk away from Hazel, but she’s got me all twisted up in knots inside. Bitch is driving me crazy. Shoulda spanked her ass the moment she pulled that shit by spitting at me, but I was afraid I’d get too damn carried away. I’d never hurt her but fuck she gets under my skin in a way no one else can. I need a fucking joint. With my wild ass woman secure, I head back downstairs to the bar for a shot of something that will knock my ass out because there is no way I’m getting a second of sleep next to Hazel tonight without help.
I seek out Memphis and find her in Dimple’s lap. Bastard wears more rhinestones than a prom queen.
“You definitely look like you could use this.” She flashes a smile and pulls a joint out of her tits.
“Appreciate it, darlin’.”
“Anytime.” She goes back to entertaining Dimple; bitch probably has to pluck rhinestones out of her snatch after fucking the fat bastard.
The prospect behind the bar pours me a shot and I send him off to get Hazel something to snack on in case she’s still awake and hungry when I head back to the room. Shouldn’t give her shit after how she’s behaved. The love I have for her won’t allow me to ignore the fact she said she’s hungry. Should feed her my dick down her throat. Bet she’d love that.
He comes back with a package of white powdered donuts and a can of Coke. It’ll have to do. I’ll get her breakfast on our way out of town in the morning. I down another shot and return to the room. Hazel is still awake when I flip on the lamp.
“Still hungry?” I toss the donuts and pop onto the bed.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” I fire up the joint I got from Memphis and take a hard drag. “Want a hit?” I offer it to her, and she takes me up on it.
Guess she needs it as much as I do. Been one hell of a day. I kick off my boots and hang my cut off the back of the chair. Hazel passes the joint to me, and I crawl over her to the right side of the bed. I cross my ankles and lean back on the headboard. We take turns taking hits not saying shit. Only winding down.
Having had my fill and cutting Hazel off I put the joint out in the ashtray on the nearby table. She digs into the donuts and gulps down half the can of Coke.
I watch her licking the powdered sugar off her fingers. Bitch knows what she’s doing. Being all sensual caressing the tips with her tongue like she would my dick if she were to suck it. Leaning up, I yank my tee over my head to get comfortable. I take the can of Coke and leftover donuts from Hazel to get them out the way so we can sleep.
“You still mad at me?”
“Owe you a spanking.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, I sure as fuck will but don’t have my favorite paddle with me.”
She gapes at me. “You have a paddle?”
“Among other things.” My dick twitches in my pants at the thought of spanking her.
“So, what? You’re like a biker dom now?”
“No, but there are certain things I like in the bedroom. Would show you but you’re what was it you used to call me when I didn’t give you your way? A meanie head.” I chuckle.
Hazel grabs the chain hanging around my neck and gives it a tug. I give her the play and lean in. “I said I was sorry.” She drops the chain to caress my jaw.
“That’s good. You should be. Spitting in my face was a cunt move. If I were any other man and you were any other woman, shit would cost you.”
Her tongue darts out to lick her lip. That one simple action nearly does me in. Hazel next to me in nothing but her t-shirt and panties is too damn tempting.
“Let me make it up to you.” Her sugary breath fans over my lips.
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
“You tell me, Holy.” Hazel’s lips meet mine full of fire. A fire that’s been burning for years.
I return the kiss knowing that it’s probably another one of her tricks but too caught up in the moment to give a damn. I palm a tit over her tee, stroking her hardening nipple. Hazel can fake a lot of things but not her body’s reaction to me. To my touch. I should have a care with her considering the hell today has been, but I can’t deny how madly I want her. How deeply I’ve craved her for years. The promise of what might have been had life and circumstances not separated us.
I will have her.
She’s always been mine. Mind, body, and soul. My Honey Bee comes alive under my touch hot like a live wire. Moaning and panting, wanting more, curving into my touch. Running my fingers along her smooth legs, I tease where Hazel wants me the most, coming closer and closer to her cunt with every stroke, but never delivering.
Those sweet lips I remember all too well suck on my neck, teeth grating along my skin. Her free hand glides along my chest descending to my belt. I grasp her wrist. “Slow down.”
“I need to touch you, Beni,” my name leaves her mouth like a plea.
“This is about you, not me.” I bring her fingers to my lips, kissing and nipping every soft tip. Building the anticipation slowly I continue tracing different shapes along her body, mapping the contours of her curves. “Tell me what you want.” I tweak one of her nipples under her tee. Rolling the taut skin between my thumb and finger and repeating the motion with the other.
Her lips part but no words leave them. Only a barely audible whimper. I shove two fingers between them, curving them to her mouth like I would if they were inside her.
Suctioning her lips around my digits as I move them slowly in and out, against the seam, Hazel sucks them like she would my cock. Fuck me if I don’t wish she were.
Reading my thoughts she says, “free my other hand so I can take you in my mouth.”
“Don’t need your freedom for that.”
I trail my wet fingers down her throat to the black leather choker. “Do you know what seeing this on your neck does to me? What it means for me to have it there? Meant what I said. You belong to me, Hazel. I know I let you down before, but this time will be different. Nothing or no one will come between us again. I’d kill anyone who dares to attempt to take you from me again. Including you. I’d see you dead before I see you with anyone else. That’s how much you mean to me. That’s what being with you drives me to. So, any ideas you got about seducing me to get the keys to them cuffs, wipe it from your thoughts.”
“I wasn’t. That’s not what this is.”
“Think I don’t know you?”
I grab her between the legs. Her fucking panties are soaked. “Your pussy, along with the rest of you, all mine. Mine to tease. Mine to please.” I jerk the wet lace to the side and plunge two fingers inside her as she gasps.
“That what you need to set you straight?” I quicken my movements. Finger fucking her harder and faster as her walls clench tightly. Her thighs squeeze together as she bucks her hips.
I stop and she gives me a murderous glare. “Need to know something. Need you to be honest with me.”
“What’s that?” She wiggles seeking friction.
“How many men?”
“Excuse me?”
“Fucking heard me. Before I get in there with my mouth or my cock how many been there since me?”
“And you’re waiting till now to ask me this? How many women you stuck your dick in? How many pussies have you ate? You want to go there then let’s go there. You think because I take my clothes off for money, I’m a whore? That it? I’ve never fucked for money. And the fact that you thought so...tells me how you feel about me. Your fucking collar don’t mean shit to me or anyone else. But so you can sleep easy, I’ve been with three men who weren’t you. All of them wore condoms every time. The only one who never did was you.”
“Babe, I wasn’t trying to insult you. Fuck.”
“Now you know, and you can go fuck yourself or find Memphis for all I care.” She turns away from me in a huff.
“C’mon. Don’t be mad.” I wrap an arm around her, hugging her from behind.
“Get off me.”
I kiss her neck, sucking the tender skin hard enough to bruise. To mark her as mine. She shoves her ass into me. It has the opposite effect of the one she was aiming for. Her sweet ass pressed into my crotch rubbing up against my dick is more than I can take right now. I shove a hand in her panties and rub her clit while kissing her neck.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you hate me.” I thrust a finger inside her slick heat. “Tell me to go to hell.” I wrap my other hand around her throat and squeeze lightly as she cries out.
“Ah. Ah.”
“Tell me,” I growl and bite her ear.
Her hips jerk, ass grinding against my erection. “If you stop, I’ll kill you,” she says breathily.
“You can try.” I grin and take away my hand.
“I hate you,” she shrieks.
“Tell me how you really feel.” I roll Hazel onto her back and jerk her panties down her legs before crawling between them to devour her.
“No.” Her knees press against my temples.
Ignoring her protests, I shove her legs open and flatten my tongue over her clit while giving her two fingers again.
“You can’t,” she pushes against my forehead with her free hand, but all this does is make me suck her pussy harder.
“Holy, stop. I can’t. You can’t.”
“I am and we are.” I continue to go down on her. Her soft and wet contracts around my fingers. Her taste coats my tongue.
Her protests die on a whimper that travels straight to the head of my dick where precum is already dribbling from the tip I want Hazel so damn bad.
Hips jerking, she rides my fingers and tongue until she comes.
“There’s a good girl,” I praise her.